sometimes i hate maturity.
why cant i be irrational, childish.
indulge in impulse-driven, spontaneous behaviour.
no, stop, remember.
you've a team responsibility to shoulder.
then dry the tears, get back in and cheer that shit out.


but its not so bad.
yall're only the best i ever had.
and i want this back.
yall're just the best i ever had.


hook on.
get to her.
then please just.
leave me alone.
i'm no longer as magnanimous.


away on my birthday.
at ab camp.
how coincidental.


cause nothing lasts forever
and we both know hearts can change
and its hard to hold a candle
in the cold november rain.

perfection at 12:43 PM